. St. Nicholas [serial] . CREW O F T HE I A V T A I N S G I G . the door, was singing, or rather roaring, this sin-gular ditty: For I am a cook, and a captain bold,And the mate of the Nancy brig,And a bosun tight, and a midshipmitc,And the crew of the captain* gig. This was The Yarn of the Nancy Bell, whichCapn Siah Hadlock had learned from someof the summer visitors, and was never tired ofsinging. He had taught it to the children, too,and the experience of the elderly naval man,who had cooked and eaten all the personages Gittin ready, Darkis ? For the day of jedgment ? Yes, an I hope yoube, t
. St. Nicholas [serial] . CREW O F T HE I A V T A I N S G I G . the door, was singing, or rather roaring, this sin-gular ditty: For I am a cook, and a captain bold,And the mate of the Nancy brig,And a bosun tight, and a midshipmitc,And the crew of the captain* gig. This was The Yarn of the Nancy Bell, whichCapn Siah Hadlock had learned from someof the summer visitors, and was never tired ofsinging. He had taught it to the children, too,and the experience of the elderly naval man,who had cooked and eaten all the personages Gittin ready, Darkis ? For the day of jedgment ? Yes, an I hope yoube, too, said Aunt Dorcas, trying to force apucker upon a face that was never made for puck-ering. But something brought a color to her cheeksjust then—perhaps the heat of the oven, as sheopened the door to look after her pies. Semanthy wondered if Capn Siah never wouldget tired of saying that to Aunt Dorcas, and shenever would get tired of blushing at it—such oldpeople, too ! Well, 1 kinder calkerlate that the day ojedg-. THE CAPTAIN S GIG AT GREAT PORPOISE ISLAND. named in the rhyme, had fired Nicks soul with adesire to boil Little Job in the dinner-pot, and LittleJob accordingly dwelt in terror of his life. CapnSiah was just what his voice proclaimed him—abig and jolly-looking man of forty or thereabouts,with a twinkle in his eye, and a double chin with adeep dimple in it. But what made his appearanceparticularly fascinating to the children was the factthat he wore ear-rings—little round hoops of gold—and had grotesque figures tattooed all over hishands, in India-ink. All four of the children knew what he was goingto say, for he always said the same thing, whetherhe came often or seldom. ment 11 get along thout my attendin to it, but ifever I m agoin to git a good wife, I ve got to goarter her ! said Capn Siah. Then praps youd better be agoin, saidAunt Dorcas. Whereupon Capn Siah sat down. 1 come over in the captains gig, he said,addressing himself to the children. They
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